the line, followed by the soft, shaky sound of a breath she had been holding for years.
”So when are you coming home?” she asked.
”Ninety-four days,” I said, smiling for the first time in five years. “Just ninety-four days.”
the line, followed by the soft, shaky sound of a breath she had been holding for years.
”So when are you coming home?” she asked.
”Ninety-four days,” I said, smiling for the first time in five years. “Just ninety-four days.”
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